BBQ food is good
You invite me out to eat it, I should
Go, but I'm feeling kind of nervous
And not quite myself
So I'm running late on purpose
And I know this won't help
How things have become between us
But if I go you'll give me hell
And that I don't know how to fix it
Is making me unwell
Well
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I arrive at your house
But you've just got up
And you are wearing a towel
And your eyes look dark
I help to dry your body
And I see your cut
So I give you a plaster
And we cover it up
I say, "Have you been crying?"
And you say, "Shut up"
So we sit in the garden
And touch the grass
With our hands
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The sun is going down now
And it's been okay
You tell me all the things you did
While I was away
And this worries me somewhat
But you say you're fine
Listen
Can you hear it?
Does it speak?
Will I feel it?
Will it hurt?
Am I near it?
I don't know
I don't know how more people haven't got mental health problems
Thinking is one of those stressful things I've ever come across
And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy
I think I should read more books
Learn some new words
My sister used to read the dictionary
I'm gonna with that
I'd like to travel
I want to see India and the pyramids
A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France
I'm not sure about rivers, they scare me
But I love swimming, I'm good at it
And when I swim, I count the laps
And this help me relax
When I was younger, I saw a house burn down
And I walked past it for the next six years
Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous
I wondered if squatters lived there
I'm still not sure but I know there were never any parties
'Cause it was a shithole
After a while the council got 'round to tidying up the town
They decided it was an eyesore so they tore it down
Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy grafiti
And the word 'Cunt' written in giant letters
And now I walk past that
I like going to the park
I like walking through it
I like taking my dogs there
And friends, and I like being alone
I like being able to shout
But I wish I could be quiet
When I'm quiet, people just think I'm sad
And usually I am
Sometimes when I'm at a really noisy train station
One of the ones with the big fat trains like Kings Cross
I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out
Because I've got something to say
Don't you want to share the guilt?
Don't think, just try and sleep